(After)life: Trio
"Then I shall endeavor to ask if it is required in the future." It was true what he'd told Rae at the roller-rink, that he was not the type to alter his course for anyone. He wandered of his own accord, he feasted of his own accord, and his space and time were his. They were not things to be so idly volunteered, no matter who had come to him seeking them. For certain, Fen was not above being Machiavellian, as he had been with the handyman and what interactions he'd shared with the wolves about town, but that was different. That was a means to an end and, what he was now offering to his sibling, was something entirely different.
He was offering to change his normal pattern to accommodate and, like the way the beer was shared and proximity too, it was something reserved solely for the two people sitting in the room with him now.
That breaking glass felt like a befitting beginning for the talk. Supping was different for each of them and the satisfaction that took was measure in equal variety. For Fen, it took the shape of besting something that challenged him. It was a feat that had required increasing numbers in the growing years, with Fen enticing groups of men to violence under the notion that he had bitten off more than he could chew. For his sister, it seemed, this current calamity had proved suitable grounds for gorging and Fen allowed an actual smile to curl at the corners of his mouth when her nails carved a path along his arm.
At least one of them had been able to carve something from the current mess.
"I'd presume that makes their more appealing morsels easier to get at." His version of jest was simple, but delivered with a mild distaste. Fen did not shake off nuisance easy and the noise of the place had rankled him. "Not that manipulating them has ever proved difficult." Which, too, might have been odd given Fen's penchant for few words and even less that were indirect, but it was an echo of his sister's sentiment — much as he might have misunderstood the point she was driving at.
Humans all wanted to believe they were something, even if that something was as basic as being stronger than someone else.
"And they break as easily as bottles." He added, resting himself more at ease against Lear's side.